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But in this, as on a former occasion, she let her vengeance carry her too far. She had aroused the prudent suspicions of Victorin. He had resolved to be rid of this Damocles' sword so constantly flourished over them by Lisbeth, and of the female demon to whom his mother and the family owed so many woes.
The pretty birds also moved and probably groaned in spirit but they didn't move far. What was that Miss Smellie had been so fond of saying? "There is no such thing as 'luck, Damocles. All is ordered for the best by an all-seeing and merciful Providence." Yes. No doubt. What was that remark of his old friend, "Holy Bill"? "What do you mean by 'luck, Damocles?
There seems to be a veritable sword of Damocles hanging over him, and when in some happy moment he thinks he has escaped, he looks up, and there it hangs as usual gleaming above his head. I was more impressed than ever with that idea when he last parted from me, he was so excited almost insane nothing could hold him back. I cannot tell you how sad I am about him.
Let us remember also that during ail this time there was suspended over his head, from the palace, a sword of Damocles which was liable to fall at any time. But we will explain that further on as it is the last act of the drama. When Yuan went to Tientsin as Viceroy of the metropolitan province he found there Dr.
Raphael, will be with us: and her brother." So that was how the man had heard about me, and for some reason found it worth while to follow, waving the sword of Damocles! His note burned my pocket. And I burned to know what it said. No doubt it would explain why he did not cut off my head at once, and have it over!
Men howled like lunatics, and the Queen's Greys behaved like very dangerous lunatics. Hawker flung his arms round Dam and endeavoured to raise him on his shoulders and chair him unaided. Bear and Goate got each a hand and proceeded to do their best to crush it. Seamen Jones and Smith exchanged a chaste kiss. Damocles de Warrenne was the hero of the Queen's Greys.
Once they started, it would not be long before his bones were cleaned. No possible ghost of a chance of being saved. Probably no human foot had been on these particular rocks since human feet existed. Nor would he ever again have the strength to drag his shattered body to where the rifle lay. Only a few yards away lay speedy happy release. "No such thing as luck, Damocles."
Yet they lived with the sword of Damocles over their heads, suspended by a single thread, and the General had the knife wherewith to cut it.
A few weeks later, Damocles de Warrenne sat on the verandah of the Grand Imperial Hotel Royal of Kot Ghazi, which has five rooms and five million cockroaches, and stared blankly into the moonlit compound, beyond which stretched the bare rocky plain that was bounded on the north and west by mighty mountains, on the east by a mighty river, and on the south by the more mighty ocean, many hundreds of miles away.
"Then he has left that threat hanging, like the Sword of Damocles over Mrs. Atterson's head?" "I don't know nothin' about that sword, Mr. Strickland, nor no other sword, 'cept a rusty one that my father carried when he was a hoss-sodger in the Rebellion," declared Mother Atterson, nervously. "But if that Pepper man's got one belonging to Mr. Damocles, I shouldn't be at all surprised.
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